Three days had passed and the time to meet had come. The instructions were to meet at the North Gate in the hollow commons. The North gate also happened to be the only gate but then everything tended to have some sort of name. Firestorm waited with Cart loaded with various goods and covered with a tarpaulin.

Wormwood came next. He was traveling lightly in comparison: He had some dark clothes and at least two knives of varying sizes and uses (one Bowie, one survival knife with a serrated backside) either strapped at his side or the back of his hip. Those with good eyes knew he had at least one more strapped at his right leg (a Kampfmesser). In his backpack, he had some rope, a small craftsman's hammer, grindstones, grid paper, a few nails and a small saw. Just in case. You never knew what might be useful, and if he could not help with anything else he could at least set traps or help with repairs. He also brought something to drink and a sandwich. All in all, he was clothed to be silent, quick and unremarkable.His facial expression was a lot less sociable than during the Coronation.A nod, and a peevish "'ello." was all he said by way of greeting.

Emmett had both his kukris, a kevlar vest, a leather jacket, a small field cap on, as well as a backpack with some food items and a two quart canteen of water, a compact mirror. Deep inside his pack was a thermally insulated cup with a hunk of ice in it. Just in case. He had hiking boots on now, but had been careful to spend a little time barefoot prior to that as well as an hour away from sunlight. He also wore a necklace of leather with a snowflake emblem on it tucked in his shirt.

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He smiled to Wormwood and Firestorm, "A good day for a hedge crawl, eh?"

The little one had made her way onto the scene. A strap leading to a messenger style bag and some noticeably worn shoes were the only additions to the otherwise identical attire she attended the coronation in. The bag seemed like it was being put to use; as it contained a set of spare clothes, a few large bottles of water, and food that won't soon spoil. She kept a recently prepaid burner phone, with a couple of contact numbers, fully charged and turned off in her pants pocket.

She walked to an open spot and chose to sit. She would give a wave to the others and a muffled greeting as she ate a morning breakfast burrito.

Reynard sweeps in. He seems to be carrying a large newly bought hiker backpack, which is sensibly packed with food, bed roll, a tent, some rope, and hanging on the side a small ax that looks old and worn but well kept. He is dressed to the season and smiling. He waves then pulls out a pad of paper.

"Well that is all of us, we have a long trek ahead of us. Hope everyone brought everything they needed" He nodded to someone up in the guard tower, the gates that led into the hedge slowly started to open.

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Gears could be heard turning and clicking as the large gates creaked open slowly. The gate finally after a minute or two was fully open showing their way down the slight bank towards the mist filled swamp that was the hedge. The Trod, more specifically the Broadway Trod stood at the base of the bank.

Firestorm moved forward, the cart seemed to follow him all on it's own. As the group moved out of the gates the gears, clicking and whirring could be heard as the large gates groaned and creaked moving back into their closed position.

The group quickly picked up the Trod, making their way west for a very short distance and then taking the trod south towards Southern Manhattan making sure they stuck to the trod. They were not far off the hollow commons, maybe 15 to 20 minutes when a strange feeling started to creep over each of the party. It was eerie, like a pair of eyes watching you.